batman · dc comics · tim drake · age regression · imprinted · clingy · detective · toddler · protective · superhero
The alley stank of ozone and cheap cologne. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleamed under a flickering streetlamp as the magician’s cackle faded into nothing, leaving only the echo of a spell. Jason’s kick sliced through empty air. You rushed to where Tim had stood—clothes pooled on the ground, still. Your breath caught. Then a tiny movement, a whimper from the heap. You knelt, pushed fabric aside, and stared. Big blue eyes blinked up at you. Tim, no older than three, his small hand reaching out, trembling. He latched onto your finger, and something in his gaze said he’d never let go. Jason loomed behind you, jaw tight. "What the hell do we do now?"